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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be